But first… let me bring you up to speed…
- Camping in the African bush with a Tanzanian Maasai tribe; Waking up to goats and donkeys outside your tent; Tribal members offering goats and land as gifts; And worshiping with a tribe under a tree and seeing the presence of God.
- Spending a “Race Day” running around Nairobi, Kenya – racing against the clock and other teams to answer riddles and do random things to win like making human statues, paddle boating, and writing messages in the sand.
- Flying to India and taking a train to the foothills of the Himalayas.
- Experiencing beautiful India – the colors, the chaos, the poverty, the rich culture.
- Visiting with an underground church of Nepali believers.
India is a special place to me because once upon a time, it is where God opened my eyes to passions and desires within me that were waiting to be revealed. It is where I came alive and grew in confidence. I did things I never thought I could do. It’s also a place where my worldview expanded. I lived in India less then a year working with orphans and doing a variety of things and fell in love with it. It was my first time out of the country and it broke me of everything I was familiar with and I loved it.
Don’t get me wrong. India is very much the opposite of American culture in every way. India is a sensory overload. A billion people living in a nation that looks a little bit bigger than the state of Texas. A country that is home to 330 million gods, poverty, leprosy, cows and rats that are holy, yet some of the most educated and most advanced technological systems in the world. Shrines are everywhere; children begging in the streets; the smell of burnt dirt. People everywhere; cars and rickshaws honking, cows in the road, over 100 degree heat. Yet, I fell in love with India – the people, the culture and honestly didn’t want to leave.
My first time in India was discovering who I was.
My second time in India is about discovering more of God – his love and affection for me.
